craggy aspens stripped bare brace spindly arms against snow
they are white on white on white ground air sky
along the sides of a country road i know so well
and i want to go there every day at least in my mind
touch frost with my fingertips without getting burned
let the air crack into my lungs thin and crisp like snapping twigs
but for now it's sludgy streets red lights walk signals
busy cafe and neon pizza signs emblazoned across the street
too many colours here
not enough white
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